Closing Time

Bye-bye old house.  Benjamin asked me yesterday if we could drive by our old house because he didn't get to give it a kiss and hug good-bye.  I'm not sure how the new owner would react to my sweet baby snuggling up to his brick. 

We closed on the house a week ago.  It was bitter sweet.  I didn't think I would have any reaction except relief, but I am holding back the "miss" of a very memorable and happy home.  It sounds like B is doing the same.

We did take the kids with us to the closing table.  I wanted them to be a part of the process, the formality, the transition.  Perhaps I wanted them to distract me a bit, too.  Nevertheless, they were wonderful.

Sunday morning, after a long day of moving that was Saturday, B was treated to a lovely morning of waffle making with Grumpa. At least our temporary move is a happy place!